Tang Feng had been showing a gritted-teeth visage as if he had lost all reason.
It wasn't until Fan Ziqiu staked five million that he finally let down his guard.
This guy had clearly tapped into Qin Lishen's substantial funds.
The fish had taken the bait; it was time to reel in the line.
Although he wanted to restrain himself, he couldn't help but reveal a victor's smile on his face, "I'll raise another five million."
As soon as he said this, not to mention the onlookers, even Fan Ziqiu became unsettled.
He could distinctly feel the ease of Tang Feng's assured victory, which didn't seem feigned.
Could it be that he had a royal flush?
Suddenly, he panicked; after all, he had already wagered ten million, and if he kept going, that would be fifteen million.
Should anything unexpected happen, it would be catastrophic.
"I... I already showed my hand," he backpedaled, no longer caring about saving face, "take your five million back."
